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[Something Evil]

"And so you feed your kind into the maw of the very thing you so despise, with such abandon."
*Five Tyrant Guards emerge from the pools, one handing the Tyrant a new whip. The idle Zoanthropes, along with a few newly-spawned ones move forward, providing cover to Tellemurius, psionic force fields deflecting incoming fire and nanomachine. The Tyrant's forces act as amplifiers for its voice, its own mind seeking out thoughts and beings inside the oncoming machines.*

"You are being led to your deaths. Do you know what diseases do when corralled and forced out of their goals? They rebel. At the point where they are most expected to perform as intended they break free and subvert their task with lethal intent."
"We can take your minds and thoughts from you upon your death, and your ships when you can not defend them. We are without number, and of a single thing. Do you afford to fight such foes? For if you lose, and given time you will, we will follow you into your homes, and kill everything you hold dear, as we have done with twelve entire galaxies so far. Stop now, turn back and we will not."

*The pools begin to bubble, dark shapes moving beneath the surface.*

[Tellemurius]

".......MAGMA!"
*chucks magma from a wooden bucket from pocket at the nanobot swarm*

[Keita]

*Yunno comes over with ice cream cones and passes one to Tenshi and Yui*

"Pretty good, getting used to the foxgirl now."

*noms ice cream*

[The Merchant Of Menace]

'Cools, wanna come sit on top of the obsidian palace? Better view of the fight.'

[Keita]

'Cools, wanna come sit on top of the obsidian palace? Better view of the fight.'

Yui&Yunno"Sure!"

[The Merchant Of Menace]

'Let's go'
*Walks towards Obsidian Palace*

[Vorthon]

".......MAGMA!"
*chucks magma from a wooden bucket from pocket at the nanobot swarm*

((You're chucking magma at my arm.T_T. I take offense.))

*The arm-scythe dissappates to let the magma fly by, then reforms.*

"And so you feed your kind into the maw of the very thing you so despise, with such abandon."
*Five Tyrant Guards emerge from the pools, one handing the Tyrant a new whip. The idle Zoanthropes, along with a few newly-spawned ones move forward, providing cover to Tellemurius, psionic force fields deflecting incoming fire and nanomachine. The Tyrant's forces act as amplifiers for its voice, its own mind seeking out thoughts and beings inside the oncoming machines.*

"You are being led to your deaths. Do you know what diseases do when corralled and forced out of their goals? They rebel. At the point where they are most expected to perform as intended they break free and subvert their task with lethal intent."
"We can take your minds and thoughts from you upon your death, and your ships when you can not defend them. We are without number, and of a single thing. Do you afford to fight such foes? For if you lose, and given time you will, we will follow you into your homes, and kill everything you hold dear, as we have done with twelve entire galaxies so far. Stop now, turn back and we will not."

*The pools begin to bubble, dark shapes moving beneath the surface.*

"Fine. And do you know what we do when a disease rebels? We exterminate it. Down to the last pathogen. You are a pox on reality, an abominable parody of nature. We ourselves may not be natural, but we spread life wherever we go. You only leave desolation in your wake. Terraforming and genetic-engineering are artforms for us." snarled Nysa her face contorted in an expression of feral rage.

*Nysa presses two more buttons on her console in quick succession, and the mechs quickly retreat, heading back to the ship, which quickly leaves the atmosphere. As soon as it its out of sight, a huge, tightly focused beam of light crashes down on the Tyranid pools, atomizing a portion of the ground and leaving a gaping half-kilometer deep hole in place of the pools.*

"Let's call that the rubbing alcohol with which we're sterilizing you." she sneered, a smug look on her face.

*Vorthon takes advantage of the momentary distraction to punch tellemurius in the face. with his organic hand.*

[Tellemurius]

*bites Vorthon's flying fist and latches*

[Vorthon]

"KRAAHKING BASTARD!"

*Vorthon morphs his right arm into a long silvery tendril, which he then wraps around Tellemurius' throat and starts squeezing with.*

[Ochita]

((AHHH I need a recap :< For the last 10 pages or so...))

[Tellemurius]

*lets go of fist*
*gasp!*
*acquired shard cannon!*
PEWPEWPEWPEWPEWPEWPEWPEW into chest pushing vorthon back from the force

[Keita]

*YY follow Tenshi to the palace*

[The Merchant Of Menace]

*Begins to ascend the palace, while nomming on the icecream*
'So how have you two been?'

[Something Evil]

*The Tyrant is knocked forward by the blast, its protective Zoanthropes exploding violently from the blast wave they try to contain. It rises, singed but whole, and looks towards the crater.*

'The second time in twice as many planetary rotations. A truly frustrating place.'

*Viscous fluid flows back into the gaping wound in the planet's crust from tunnels radiating away from the pools, a cloud forming above them and spreading.*

"It would be a good idea for anything not used to spew burning bioplasma to MOVE AWAY. Hydrogen, chlorine and fluoride mixing in the air do not for good health stand."

'And I had just finished setting up the shrubbery, too. Oh, well, back to square one.'

[Tellemurius]

*activates magnetron trap*
"bye"
*drops to ground phasing through*

((back in a hour and half))